Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~44~ Pt-2

"Red, yellow, and green." I force out, my voice sounding rough and hoarse. I hear Atticus mumble something else before the feeling of his tip was nudged between my folds. He slowly pushed in, sliding in with ease due to how wet I was.

"Oh fucking hell." Atticus groaned from behind me. I bit down on my lip, feeling the stretch of his intrusion. He stopped for a moment, letting me breathe before inching in more.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I thought he was big when he was in my mouth but damn it he was huge inside of me. I felt a weird tingling feeling in my stomach, making me shudder. He wasn't even fully inside of me and I already felt so full.

"Last chance to choose someone else. Because with how fucking warm you are I'm gonna break you." Atticus said lowly, nearly a growl. His hands gripped the flesh of my hips, squeezing. I could feel the bruises begin to form on my hips.

"Break me." I say hoarsely, looking over my shoulder at him. He glares at me with his jaw clenched before saying something Russian. No doubt curses.

He thrust the rest of him into me, making me gasp. He completely bottomed out in me before pulling back, leaving just his tip inside of me before thrusting in fully again. He repeated this action over and over again before picking up the pace and thrusting into me at a constant rhythm. My mouth was agape in silent screams.

"Atticus- fuck." I moan, reaching behind me to grab him but he pins my arm to my back, using it as a sort of handle to thrust into me faster. I bite into my bottom lip, wiggling my hips to accommodate the speed.

Surprisingly, it didn't hurt like many say it would. It didn't even sting. It was just an uncomfortable stretch that blended into nothing but pure bliss. I could feel every bit of him inside me and I didn't want it to end. I felt my orgasm bubble in my core, desperately trying to hold it back, not wanting this to end.

"I can feel your walls fluttering around me, go on baby girl. Come. Come all over me." Atticus urged, groaning deeply as he continued to thrust in me. I whimper, my throat was too raw to moan or scream anymore. Tears fell down my cheeks as I let go. I feel him slide out of me and flip me over onto my back, grabbing my ankles and placing them over his shoulder.

He leans down and kisses me roughly, slipping his tongue into my mouth, and pinning mine down. He runs his tongue over my bottom lip before pulling away, staring at my lips. That's when I tasted the blood on my lip.

"I'm okay, please keep going." I whisper, looking at him with hooded eyes. He adjusts my legs on his shoulders before leaning down a little, folding my body. He begins thrusting into me carefully, his eyes focused on my lip. I groan and grab his hand that was holding my thigh. He looks at me. "Fuck me like you hate me."

"Bad idea, angel." Callan grinned, leaning back against the headboard to watch. Zachary was staring at my breasts.

"Very bad idea." Zachary mumbles, smiling to himself before looking at me with a sinister grin. My stomach drops as I watch his hand move to my chest, hooking his finger in the chain of the clamps before tugging. "This is gonna hurt."

I didn't have time to register what he said before he pulled one of the clamps off my nipple right as Atticus fucked me crazy. I let out a scream, my throat protesting, and my body thrashing. My hands fly out to grab someone, my fingers gripping Callan's hair as he licks my aching nipple. Atticus somehow thrust deeper into me, hitting the spot that made me see stars. He moved one of my legs off of his shoulder, turning me a little to the side with one of my legs still over his shoulder. He grunted lowly as he snapped his hips against mine quicker.

I let out a string of curses as everything in me explodes into pure, white, hot pleasure. My bones felt like feathers and my entire being let go. I choke on my moans as every nerve in my body becomes sensitive.